And I envied her that she had chosen her work herself and was doing what she wanted to do. I don't suppose I had any idea what I 'wanted' and so I was chosen, not choosing. There's glory and honor in being chosen. But not much room for free will.
You can come back to friendship. You can let it drop, for five years or ten years, and come back to it. - Elizabeth Wein
You can come back to friendship. You can let it drop, for five years or ten years, and come back to it.
- Elizabeth Wein
You can't just sit in a corner weeping or you'll die. - Elizabeth Wein
You can't just sit in a corner weeping or you'll die.
Von Loewe really should know me well enough by now to realize that I am not going to face my execution without a fight. Or with anything remotely res… - Elizabeth Wein
Von Loewe really should know me well enough by now to realize that I am not going to face my execution without a fight. Or with anything remotely res…
Five years of destruction and mayhem, lives lost everywhere, shortages of food and fuel and clothing - and the insane mind behind it just urges us al… - Elizabeth Wein
Five years of destruction and mayhem, lives lost everywhere, shortages of food and fuel and clothing - and the insane mind behind it just urges us al…
And I envied her that she had chosen her work herself and was doing what she wanted to do. I don't suppose I had any idea what I 'wanted' and so I wa… - Elizabeth Wein
And I envied her that she had chosen her work herself and was doing what she wanted to do. I don't suppose I had any idea what I 'wanted' and so I wa…
Hope is treacherous, but how can you live without it? - Elizabeth Wein
Hope is treacherous, but how can you live without it?
The very term "turning pages" suggests nonstop action. But I am all about character and beautiful writing. I eat that up like popcorn. Whether a book… - Elizabeth Wein
The very term "turning pages" suggests nonstop action. But I am all about character and beautiful writing. I eat that up like popcorn. Whether a book…
Oh Julie, wouldn’t I know if you were dead? Wouldn’t I feel it happening, like a jolt of electricity to my heart? - Elizabeth Wein
Oh Julie, wouldn’t I know if you were dead? Wouldn’t I feel it happening, like a jolt of electricity to my heart?
Don't know how I kept going. You just do. You have to, so you do. - Elizabeth Wein
Don't know how I kept going. You just do. You have to, so you do.
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